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small fry - veeze lyrics

n*ggas broke thats a joke
eddie murphy im a real street n*gga i be*
never be commercial

[verse]

i used to be running out of money
n*gga nowadays i ain’t running out of nun
lil baby attitude was funky
everything changed she ain fronting she f*cking (f*cking)
open up the pack its skunky
28 grams cost a n*gga 500 (500)
when you see the double cup i ain stuntin (i ain’t stuntin)
problem with my bape like a motherf*cking monkey
stretching with the dope, we ain stressing nun
you could make half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
that n*gga think he tough we’ll press his b*ttons
put the roof in the trunk with the press of a b*tton
im really livin life i ain flexing, or nun
i put in that work i ain never been a flunkie
i really gotta dumb through the check to get h*rny
ion need a f*ckin wife having s*x to the money
that n*gga really broke its a joke eddie murphy
im a real street n*gga i could never go commercial
im a wavy gang baby living life like a surfer
chrome heart shades when a n*gga feel nerdy
he a real life nerd he ain never seen a birdie
n*gga stunting on my swag going home and rehe*rs* it
i got real mob ties get you kidnapped and murdered
ill show yo ass a bunch of brown squares like a hershey
word to my n*gga rock going [?]
and im hood rich like my n*gga king, i really got money on money
young street n*gga never signed a deal, spent thousand on thousand on garments
any n*gga that sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
i wake up and drinking this drank like its coffee
smoking that dank like im damian marley
ride with them choppas like [?]
get rich with my brothers like damian marley
f*ck her so good she wanna stay til the morning
throwing it at me i ain say that i want it
this b*tch dm me and told me im making her wet she somewhere way in boston
im young and got fame im considered a target
im rocking every show with some sh*t with a cartridge
we rocked every show and a n*gga ain try it
i left kod and pulled off in a foreign
i find out you hating yo b*tch on the market
he keep doing salt ima hit it regardless
im fly as et i get high as a marshall
i feel [?] like b*tches say that im bossy
you stealing my swag at least tell em who taught you
them old n*ggas hatin im slaying they daughter
me and tay b switchin lanes in the rari
laughing cause we getting cake like [?]

- veeze lyrics

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